The day after the incident, Nick found himself being high again. It was easier that way. But this time, he didn't invite anyone. As he lay in his bed, his mind raced with a barrage of memories and emotions, threatening to consume him. In a desperate attempt to escape the chaos of his mind, he delved deeper into the fog of his drug-induced high, hoping to forget everything for a while.

However, Karl seemed to sense his desire to disconnect and started calling him.

"Hello?" Nick muttered calmly, his eyes closed as he rolled onto his stomach, snuggling up to one of the pillows.

"Hey Nick, am I bothering you?" he asked gently.

"Hmm nope," Nick murmured. "I'm just lying down, resting."

"Are you going to skatepark today?" he asked slowly. The words echoed funny in Nick's head.

"Nah, I'm high," he whispered into the phone and chuckled stupidly.

"Oh... right," the other sighed. "That makes sense. You'd better stay home then. It's dangerous to wander around in that state."

"Why did you want to know?" Nick asked softly. "Do you want to wear those stupid shorts again?"

"Uhm..." Karl seemed unsure. "No. I mean... maybe. I don't know. I just wanted to know if I should come too."

"I'm not going back there until I get over the embarrassment of someone calling us out. We must have been really out of control," Nick admitted with a slightly subdued voice.

"Yeah, a little," he agreed. "Um... Nick?"

"What's up?"

"Do you really think my shorts are stupid?" he asked, embarrassed.

"Yeah... stupidly hot. Nothing should have that much power over me," he whispered into the phone. "It's embarrassing. Don't use it against me, okay? Your thighs- ugh, God."

Nick felt his stomach twist, slowly filling with warmth.

"What about my thighs?" he asked slowly.

"I don't know. I can't explain it. They're just insanely wonderful," he confessed, knowing he couldn't say the part about wanting to die with them around his face. "You have really attractive legs."

"Is that-- you're not going to ask me for pictures of my feet, right?" he asked, slightly panicked, and Nick started laughing into his pillow.

"Ew, no," he assured him. "I'm not a foot fetishist at all."

"Okay, that's a relief," he giggled on the other end. "Because I'm not either."

"Just your legs looked really good yesterday," Nick finally admitted honestly. "I can't stop thinking about them. You've awakened something in me that I didn't know existed until recently."

"Oh, that's- that's nice," Karl replied, feeling embarrassed. "You know, freshly shaved legs are really sensitive. I can't stop thinking about how you touched them."

"Fuck," muttered Nick, his mind immediately wandering into forbidden territory.

"You even left me some small bruises with your fingers," Karl said, and Nick couldn't help but sigh.

"Did it hurt? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do anything wrong," Sapnap muttered, cuddling up closer to his pillow.

"No, no. Oh dear God, Nick... I can't stop looking at them," Karl confessed, feeling embarrassed. "I only saw them in the mirror, because they're more on the back, but- I love them."

"Of course you do," Nick sighed. "God, Karl, what are you doing to me?"

"And what are you doing to me?" Karl bounced back at him. "I still feel your hands on me. You know how much I would give for you to grab my thighs again? To press me against the wall like that? To finally kiss me again?"

Nick made a choked sound and bit his hand. He felt the longing deep within her, a hunger that burned like a flame was building up step by step with every word that Karl said to him.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Karl murmured suggestively, and Nick closed his eyes, trying not to pay attention to the fact that he was starting to have a certain problem between his legs. "You can do it. You still have the green light, you know?"

The more he tried to resist, the stronger it grew, until it became an ache that he could no longer ignore. It was a tension that built within him, coiled tightly like a spring waiting to be released. He felt the pull of it in every fiber of his being, a force that threatened to overwhelm him.

"You can't say shit like that and think it's okay," Nick said with difficulty. "Because you're affecting me more than you should be."

"It's mutual," Karl replied. Nick could hear him moving around.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

"I'm getting out of bed," Karl told him simply. "My feet are a little cold. I want to put on some socks."

"You always have nice socks," Nick muttered stupidly, trying to maybe focus on something other than the burning feeling within him. "I like it when you wear two different ones."

"I've told you so many times that they're not different. It's one set, they match," the guy pointed out. Nick listened as something closed and waited in silence. "Okay, done. My feet should be safe from frostbite now."

"I think you should invest in some knee-high socks," Nick blurted out. He didn't even know where this came from. He said it in spur of the moment and because of being high, he didn't have any filter.

"W-what? You mean-- oh," Karl stuttered and then began to understand. "You want to see me in knee-high socks?"

"I just think you'd look good in them," he whispered. "It seems like you like pretty things. That's all."

"Have you thought about me in knee-high socks?" he asked and his tone was uncharacteristically serious. The way he spoke those words, so quietly and deliberately, made Nick's heart skip a beat. He felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks, unsure of how to respond.

"Well... now I am" Nick admitted, swallowing audibly. "How you'd look in them and with bruises from my fingers."

"I could... wear something like that," Karl decided after a moment of complete silence on his end. "If you really think I'd look good."

"You look good in everything," he murmured suggestively, pushing his hips forward to feel some friction. His hips pressing against the bed with a subtle yet undeniable force, made his heart race with anticipation. It was as if he was daring himself to give in to his desires, to let go of all inhibitions and surrender to the heat that burned deep inside. "So good. Oh God- I shouldn't be telling you this, should I?"

"No, it's okay. You can tell me" reassured the boy more interested in his words.

"You'll use it against me," Nick said seriously.

"I would never use it against you in a bad way. You can trust me," Karl assured him softly.

"Sure. I know it's stupid and probably laughable. I'm sorry," he said.

"I would never laugh at what you like," Karl said firmly. "If you want, I can tell you about my little interest. Something I like so much about you... because I don't think you've noticed."

"What is it?" Nick was really curious. And curiosity is the first step to hell.

"Your hands," he answered weakly.

Sapnap opened his eyes to look at his free hand.

"What about my hands?" he asked, disoriented.

"Not just your hands. Your arms... they make me feel things" Karl admitted so innocently that Nick breathed a sigh feeling a shiver down his spine. "When I see your muscular arms and those bulging veins. You look like you could crush me without even trying. I like how careless you are and you don't even notice when you leave bruises on me. And I like how you can still be gentle, like when you open cards. So careful. That's why you definitely weren't the only one who had a good time with my legs yesterday. I had a good time with your hands on them too."

Nick bent his legs a little, giving himself a better angle to rub against the mattress. He was already almost fully hard. He felt his length pulsing neglected.

As Nick adjusted his position, he couldn't help but marvel at the sensations coursing through his body. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. The room was quiet, the only sound the rustling of sheets as he shifted on the bed. With each movement, his pleasure grew, the friction against the mattress sending electric shocks through his body. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment, his mind consumed by the sensations that enveloped him. The world around him faded away, leaving only the intense pleasure that he felt building within.

"Fuck Karl, is that why you like it when I wear tank tops? You said I look good in them," he whispered sultry.

"Yeah, I'm selfish. I wanted to see more," he admitted. "But I didn't want to tell you before. I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, that I have obsessive thoughts about what you could do with those hands."

He really needed to roll over onto his back. Nick's body was alive with desire, every inch of him tingling with an urgent need that he couldn't ignore. He shifted restlessly, the sweatpants clinging to his skin like a second layer. His hand automatically drifted down to the bulge in his sweatpants, feeling the heat and hardness pulsing beneath the fabric. It was a need that demanded attention, a hunger that couldn't be ignored. Nick closed his eyes and thought about how he didn't feel anything under Karl's shorts the day before. His fingers traced the outline of his length, feeling the smoothness of the fabric against his skin. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, his heart pounding in his chest with each passing moment.

"Nick?" Karl asked uncertainly. He must've heard Sapnap tossing in his sheets.

"I'm here," he murmured softly and almost out of breath. "Sorry, I just... I want to touch you, but I can't."

"Yeah silly, we're far away from each other," he chuckled softly. "You must really be tripping hard, huh?"

"Mhm, but I wish you were next to me" Nick muttered softly, biting on his lip a little.

"Me too," Karl sighed. "You have no idea how much I'd want that. You could leave more marks on me."

"I would," Nick assured him sounding almost possessive. "You look so good in purple. My god, you definitely look good with those bruises."

"Uhm...do you want to see?" he asked shyly. "I could take a picture."

"Please don't, I could set it as my lockscreen" he muttered and with a deep flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks, he tentatively slipped his hand beneath the waistband of his boxer material. He was well-practiced in the art of silently enjoying pleasure, but there was still a faint twinge of shame that accompanied the act.

"I wouldn't mind," Karl hummed. "But okay, I'll spare you the trouble."

"You are my trouble, so you're not doing a great job," Nick admitted, smiling to himself as his fingers traced the outline of his length, feeling the heat and hardness that pulsed within. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down his spine. He tried to keep his breathing even, his movements subtle and controlled, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention.

"Hmm, troubles always seemed to be more associated with you," Karl chuckled, and it was an angelic sound. "Besides, if I'm your trouble, get ready for a very troublesome life because I'm not going anywhere."

"Okay," Nick murmured lowly.

"Would you miss me if I was gone?" he asked, and Sapnap could almost imagine him sitting and twirling his hair around his finger.

"Very much," he replied instantly, his breath being more ragged than he wanted to admit. "I don't know if I ever want to lose you. You're too precious."

"You say that again and I'll think twice about not visiting you again," Karl muttered.

"Yeah? And what would you do?" Nick asked, his thoughts completely clouded with desire.

"I don't know. Kiss you... or to be more precise - kiss you until I couldn't feel my lips," he said flirtatiously. "Does that sound good?"

"I'd kiss you dumb" Nick muttered, his voice slightly hoarse. It made Karl let out a long heavy breath.

"I'd like that" he murmured softly and shyly. "You sound really hot when you say things like that."

"When I tell you my secrets?" Nick asked, because it was true. No one else knew.

"Yes. I like it when you're direct" he confirmed. "It gives me the courage to be the same. You give me butterflies just by talking on the phone."

"You make me hot because of that," Nick muttered and bit down hard on his lip, trying to suppress a loud moan that threatened to escape his throat.

"Nick, can I ask you something and promise me you'll be honest?" the boy asked uncertainly.

"Ye-ah," he mumbled.

"What are you doing now?" the question was quiet and uncertain. It was a vulnerable tone, one that made Nick want to wrap his arms around the other boy and reassure him.

"I'm lying in bed," Nick's own voice was evasive as he responded, not wanting to reveal too much about his current state.

"I know, but what are you doing?" this time Karl sounded determined as he probed for more information.

"Why do you want to know?" Nick asked, stopping his movements and just basking in warm feeling of his hand on his length not doing anything other then just being there.

He could feel his body tensing up a bit, his breath catching in his throat as he waited for the other boy's response. The air was thick with tension, with the unspoken desire that lay between them.

"Because I'm not sure if it would be very wrong if I... you know" Nick's heart was racing as he listened to Karl's hesitant whisper. There was a sense of urgency in the other boy's voice, a desire that was barely contained. "It's not really ethical, right? You're high... I probably shouldn't-"

"Do you want my permission to touch yourself?" Nick asked. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks once again as he spoke, the words feeling forbidden and exciting all at once.

"No. I just- do you- you know- touching yourself? I hear your breath, but... but I don't know why it's so loud."

There was something about the way Karl's voice sounded, so innocent yet so full of curiosity, that made his breath catch in his throat. He knew that he shouldn't encourage Karl, that it was wrong to indulge in these desires, but there was a part of him that wanted to let go and give in to the temptation.

"You know everything's five times better after smoking weed, right?" Nick murmured softly. "Every touch feels so good. Sometimes I wish I could be high all the time, to feel it non-stop."

"That doesn't answer my question," Karl accurately noted.

"Jacobs, I think it answers a lot of questions," Nick assured him. "Just touch yourself if you need to."

"Oh dear god," he muttered. "I just wanted to know if you'll be at the skatepark and now- Nick, you're killing me. You literally breaking me as we speak."

"Yes? Do you want to tell me more about it?" he asked alluringly, resuming his slow hand movements under his briefs.

Karl let out a soft moan only adding fuel to Nick's already scorching desire. His words must've be as compelling as was the older's to him.

Nick closed his eyes, letting his imagination run wild. He could picture Karl's hand moving slowly, teasingly, over his own body, mirroring the movements of his own hand. He felt a surge of pleasure as he imagined Jacobs' hand on him instead of his own, and he couldn't help but let out a little moan as well.

Karl's voice was low and hesitant, filled with uncertainty as he spoke, "You're high, I feel like I'm using you." He paused for a moment, thinking about the situation. "Maybe we should hang up?" he suggested.

"And if you hang up, you won't think about me anymore?" cunning Nick asked.

"I always think about you," Karl replied without hesitation. His voice had a hint of longing in it, and Nick knew he had to push a little more.

"Do you think about my hands?" Nick asked with a hint of seduction in his voice. "Can you imagine them touching you?"

Karl let out another quiet moan, and Nick could tell that he was feeling the effects of the conversation. His own breathing became heavier as he continued to touch himself.

"Nick, you make me want to scream," he muttered. "Your hands would be so good, I'm sure. You could touch my legs as much as you want. I think that could be enough for me."

He continued his slow, deliberate movements, his hand working in a rhythm that matched the rapid beat of his heart. He could hear Karl's breaths becoming more and more ragged.

Nick pulled his sweats down a bit more, giving himself more room and immediately speeding up his movements.

"Oh my God, I can hear- oh fuck" Karl's voice was lower and sounded so good that Nick clenched his abdominal muscles in satisfaction.

He could tell that Karl was turned on too - the way his voice had dropped an octave and the way he was breathing heavily were clear signs. Nick grinned, feeling a sense of power wash over him. He was the one who was making Karl feel this way, who was driving him to the brink of madness with desire.

His body was buzzing with pleasure as he continued to stroke himself, his hand moving faster and faster. The sound of Karl's voice only added to the intensity of the moment. He leaned back against the pillows, his eyes closed as he savoured the sensation.

He wanted to savor the moment, to make it last as long as possible. "You like that?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Mhpf- fuck, Nick. Fuck" Karl's reply was almost incoherent - just a string of expletives that only served to heighten Nick's arousal.

"Since when do you use such words?" Nick asked slowly. "I don't think I need to kiss you to make you lose your mind." There was so much confidence in his voice that Karl let out a little whimper.

"It's hotter than it should be," Karl admitted breathlessly. "Nick, if only I was with you... I would never let you out of the bedroom."

"Have you always had such dirty mouth?" Nick asked, feeling dizzy from the overload of sensations. The room was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and the rustling of clothing as Sapnap's hands continued to work feverishly.

"That's not all these lips can do," he said playfully and moaned. Nick thought he might die. "God, I need you so much, Nick." Karl said, his voice filled with desperation. Sapnap could feel his own desire building to the brim.

"Fuck, baby, keep talking like that and I think I might go crazy," Nick whispered and heard a prolonged moan in response.

"You don't know what you're doing," Jacobs desperately muttered.

"I have no idea," Nick agreed. "But I fucking love it, so let's keep going."

Karl's moans grew louder, the pleasure building inside him with every passing moment. "God, I never even fantasized about what you're saying," he whimpered. "About what we're doing."

"Mhm, what did you fantasize about?" Nick asked, his words dripping with anticipation.

"I even had a few dreams about you, you know... I always woke up so hard," Karl admitted. Nick felt that his end was approaching rapidly. It was beyond the imagination of both boys. "I wanted you to be there and help me."

"You sound like such a wreck, what the fuck," Nick muttered, unable to believe how much control he had over Karl's body and mind. "How the hell are you even real?"

"You're the one that made me like that."

Nick's imagination ran wild as he pictured Karl's soft, smooth thighs wrapped around him. The thought alone made his head spin. "Your thighs would look so good wrapped around me," Nick couldn't help but mutter and let his mind wander to new territories. "Oh my god, Karl, have you ever thought about how hot you would look in a skirt? How could I touch you without taking anything off?"

"Jesus," Karl cried out, and more sweet moans spilled from his lips. He was lost in his own pleasure. "Your hands under my skirt... Nick, I think I could die."

Nick could feel himself getting lost in the moment, his fingers moving faster as his thoughts ran wild with desire. He could picture Karl's perfect body, draped in a flowing skirt that left little to the imagination. It was almost too much to handle, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. Not now. Not when Karl was moaning his name like this.

"Yeah, me too," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Oh god, Karl, I'm so close. You sound so good."

Sapnap's heart raced as he heard the wet sounds on the other end of the line, knowing that Karl was matching his own pace. He pulled the phone closer to his ear, feeling as though he was right there with him. The whole situation was incredibly hot for both.

"This is all your fault," Karl responded with low, husky tone, pulling a moan from Nick. "You know how to set me off so well. One word from you and I can't think. You turn me into mush. I just want to kiss you and never think about anything else. I want to sit on you and watch your eyes roll back when you come."

Nick's mind was ablaze with lust, and he could hardly form a coherent thought. "Fuck" Nick muttered, desecrated by the image. "Yes. That would be so hot."

"You're hot," he replied, groaning again. "I want to do everything with you that you can imagine and more. My god, Nick, I've never felt this attracted to anyone before."

Sapnap was lost in the moment, the sounds of Karl's pleasure filling him with an intoxicating desire. He longed to be there with him, to feel his touch, to hear his sweet moans in person. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, a feeling that made him crave Karl more than anything in the world.

Nick's breath hitched as Karl's moans became more desperate and needy. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with every passing second. "I'd give you everything you want and need," Nick promised, his breath quickening again. "I would take care of you so well, Karl."

Karl's response was immediate, a breathy "Yes, yes, please~" that sent shivers down Nick's spine. He could barely contain himself at the sound of Karl's voice, the way it dripped with desire and want. That was all it took to push Sapnap over the edge. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard more prurient moans in his life.

He couldn't hold back any longer, and with a low growl on his lips, he came hard, never stopping the stimulation for even a moment. The pleasure washed over him in waves, leaving him gasping for breath and clinging to the phone as if it were a lifeline.

"Oh my god, that was so hot," Karl said lightly, the sound of his voice bringing Nick back to reality. Nick responded with a tired grunt, too lost in the aftermath of his orgasm to form coherent words.

"Yeah? You know what would be even better? If I could hear you," Nick said, slowly leaving his cock alone, not wanting to overstimulate himself. He longed to hear Karl's voice, to hear the other man moan and gasp with pleasure as Nick brought him to the brink of ecstasy.

"Jesus, Nick," Karl moaned.

Nick couldn't help but smile smugly at Karl's response. He loved hearing the effect his words had on him.

"You really blow me away, Karl. You're so sexy in your confidence," Nick said quietly, his voice low. He could hear Karl's labored breaths on the other end of the phone, and it only spurred him on. "Every time I see you, I want to drag you behind the ramp. Your mouth makes me boil on the inside. I want to feel it everywhere and then do the same to you."

Karl was getting louder and louder.

"You want that, don't you? Of course you do. You're so eager," he muttered. "You have no shame when we talk. It's so sexy. You're sexy. I would eat you up if I could."

Karl came embarrassingly quickly and loudly, moaning Nick's name and it sounded like a sin. Sapnap deemed it the sexiest thing in the world.

They breathed deeply for several more minutes.

"Nick?" Karl whispered eventually a little hesitant.

"Yeah?"

"I thought you fell asleep," he replied quietly, almost afraid to break the silence.

"No, not yet. But I think I'll get some sleep," he decided. "I'm tired."

"That was crazy," Jacobs remarked, still in disbelief of what had just happened between them and Nick let out a soft chuckle, feeling lingering effects of the high.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed. "I'm a little sad that I'm so high, though."

"You said that touch feels nicer when you are" Karl whispered, confused.

"Oh yeah, it's awesome. I feel like I'm vibrating all over, but-" he admitted softly, "I'd rather remember it. Maybe I won't get post-high amnesia. We'll see tomorrow."

"So you're telling me you probably won't remember me moaning your name on the phone?" Karl asked quietly. "That's...not the worst thing in the world."

"Are you kidding? It was heavenly" Nick said seriously. "God, I wish you'd say my name like that all the time."

"You're insane," Karl murmured, embarrassed by the compliment. "I'm not gonna moan in your ear for no reason."

"Mhm, so I have to earn it?" Nick joked, his tone actually a little sleepy.

"Maybe," Jacobs muttered, laughing softly. "Or you could just turn me into a mess again. I wouldn't mind that."

"Sure, but I need to rest," he told him, grinning stupidly to himself. "I'm a useless mess under the influence."

"Do you need a lullaby to sleep?" Karl chuckled endeared by the softer side of Nick.

"Yes, please," he murmured contentedly. "Or a story. You always tell good stories."

"Alright, then let me tell you the story of two boys who met one day at a skate park and couldn't live without each other ever since," he said, perhaps settling more comfortably on his bed.

"No way...were their names Nick and Karl?" Sapnap asked with an embarrassingly large smile as he rolled back onto his stomach.

"Don't be ridiculous. Their names were Nate and Kyle," Karl replied, giggling. "I wouldn't be telling you about us."

And so Nick listened happily as Karl came up with the most ridiculous story. It was almost as nice as cuddling after sex, and maybe it was their aftercare in a sense, since they couldn't do much over the phone, but they both definitely liked it a little too much. Karl's voice was soothing and melodic, and Nick found himself drifting off into a peaceful sleep.